Pale Remains

This is what I see, what I feel, what my moments tell me: just pale remains. I am from here, from this land, the address of pallor. Here there is no moon, no lovers; nothing here but pale tears. Nothing here but pale remains. Please touch me, I don't know I am a pale remains. My mouth is full of absence, and my heart is full of illusion. Please touch me; I want to feel myself and know that I am a pale soul. Here in my land, everything is pale and wants to hide, even me. Here, in my land, the land of pale tears, everything is sad and pale, even the sun. We are so pale because our blood colors our streams and makes our faces so pale. I am from a pale land where you see no colorful flowers and hear no sweet birds. Look at our boys; they are pale. Look at our girls; they are pale. The trees here are pale, the rivers are pale, and our hearts are pale. Our lips are pale, our hands are pale, our eyes are pale. In truth, we are just pale remnants.